This is a song about "Reflection and refraction no curse words"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

She spits at him, and she starts to curse

In other words no contest.

Carol city or was it the west

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

Your words no longer increase

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I scream curse words louder than your main bitch, when i ate her pussy out

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And in my reflection,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse